Dylan got off the carriage and Lizha followed him.

This time he and Archie didnt come in the same carriage.

Dylan looked somewhere and saw Archie stepping out of the carriage, accompanied by Ian.

Both eyes crossed.

"Your Highness!" Dorothy approached Dylan and Lizha.

Dylan looked away from Archie and looked at his servant.

Dorothy was beside Hannah and both have bowed.

"Yes..."

Dorothy and Hannah looked up.

"The Empress Mortícia is already waiting for you, to proceed the measure your wedding dress."

Dylan frowned, "Empress Mortitia? Who is this woman?"

"The Empress Mortitia is the wife of the Emperor of Promo."

"Ahm... Archie's stepmother..."

Dylan looked at Archie and saw him talking to Ian at the foot of the carriage.

Dylan snapped back to reality.

"Did you say? Why the empress is really waiting for me? I didn't hear properly."

"To take measurements of your wedding."

Dylan and Lizha looked at each other simultaneously.

Lizha looked at Dylan making him understand that he couldn't go meet the empress at that moment.

"Alright... I'm just going to do something quick in my bedchamber... In ten minutes I will meet her. Please let her know."

"Yes your highness!" said their servants at the same time.

They both backed away, making way for Dylan to pass.

Dylan walked between them and Lizha came behind him. Both enter the castle heading towards Dylan's bedchamber.

"What about now...? Dylan asked in a low voice, walking with Lizha to his bedchamber.

"I don't know Dylan... I don't know..."

"I'm going to invent something... That I caught a cold and that I should rest... You'll go in my place, just increase the measurements a little..."

"Good idea Dylan..." Lizha said excitedly.

"I just hope this works out..."

"I expect the same."